Chapter 23 Shot in the Face

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  Listening to Cromwell's vicious insults, Kevin really wanted to die. He truly wanted to jump up and give the fool two slaps, asking him if he knew who he was insulting - the greatest privilege holder of the Magic Association, someone even Grian would smile at when meeting. Now, being pointed at and told to scram, Kevin felt like he was going crazy...

  "Alright, alright......" Seeing Lin Li still smiling, Kevin's heart skipped a beat.

  In the midst of Cromwell's shouting, the Magic Association Hall suddenly fell silent, everyone stopped what they were doing and their eyes all fell on Cromwell at the same time.

  Their faces were filled with sympathy and pity, their gaze at Cromwell was as if they were looking at a congenitally disabled idiot.

  Although Grian didn't say anything these past few days, in their minds, they had already equated Lin Li with those thirty bottles of Orafina medicine.

  It's simply too obvious, Grian just gave him the greatest privilege of the Magic Guild, and then news of thirty bottles of Olfactory potions spread out, the relationship between them is something even a blind person can see.

  If there's one person in the current Mages' Guild who absolutely can't be messed with, it would undoubtedly be this young mage wearing an old-fashioned robe standing before me.

  Not to mention just a Cromwell, even if it were Cromwell's father, the old Merlin who was said to be no less magical than Grian, would have been doomed to provoke this young wizard.

  A person who can take out thirty bottles of medicine at once will not care about taking out another thirty, under this deadly temptation, countless assassins are waiting in line for you, and you're still chattering away, really don't know how to write the word "death"…

  Probably only Cromwell among all those present still did not understand what was going on.

  After returning from the Sunset Mountains, Cromwell's mood had never been so pleasant. The long-accumulated resentment suddenly burst out today, and the evil air that had been stuck in his chest finally had an outlet. Every word was extremely vicious, and he spared no effort to mock and ridicule Lin Li, from the old mage robe on his body to the fact that he couldn't even afford a root staff, scolding him until he didn't know his own identity, daring to participate in such an important conversation...

  Awesome! Cromwell hasn't felt this good in a long time!

  But this kind of thing is actually very strange, just like that, when it's exciting to the extreme, it often needs to be released...

  That's Cromwell for you.

  He was enjoying himself, but just as he reached the peak of his pleasure, he suddenly saw Lin Li raise her right hand.

  No extra gestures, no complicated incantations.

  There was just a burst of intense magical fluctuations, and a dull "boom" sound.

  Immediately afterwards, Cromwell felt as if he had been hit in the face with an iron hammer. In that instant, Cromwell even thought that his entire face had been smashed to pieces. It was a power beyond compare, which suddenly surged onto his face.

  That force was so powerful that Cromwell didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was knocked flying, his whole body like a kite with its string cut, flying tens of meters away, finally landing heavily on the steps at the entrance under everyone's gaze.

  Cromwell only felt that his body was cool and wet, his mind was dull and confused, as if he had just been pinched by a door panel, and his nose seemed to be broken. A hot flow was flowing out of his nostrils, mixed with the water stains on his face, and it was unclear whether it was blood or water...

  He clearly saw that what had knocked him flying was a column of water.

  It was a great shot, indeed it had to be fired, but Cromwell was rather unlucky, he was shot and even got a face full of it...

  The hall suddenly fell silent, with dozens of magicians present, including Kevin, who had spent at least twenty years studying magic. With their eyes, how could they not see that the spell Lin Li just used was a second-level magic shockwave water curtain?

  The level of magic is not scary, what's scary is how Lin Li uses it.

  No extra gestures, no slightest humming sound.

  Just lift your hand like this and easily release a shockwave of water, this is true instantaneous eruption!

  Even the most novice magic apprentices know that what restricts a magician's combat power is not spiritual strength or magical power, but rather the preparation time for magic. The complex gestures and lengthy incantations make magicians in battle always seem to be walking on thin ice, dangerous at any moment. The vast majority of magicians in this world are all researching the same topic - how to cast magic as quickly as possible.

  The best interpretation of "fast" is undoubtedly instantaneous.

  But this is really too difficult...

  Absolute control of spiritual power, precise allocation of magical powers, and complete analysis of elemental structures...

  This has gone beyond the category of knowledge and technology, and is something that belongs to a completely different dimension.

  Perhaps some magicians above the tenth level can barely cast two first or second-level spells in an instant, relying on their decades of accumulated experience, but for more magicians, instant casting is just an unattainable dream.

  But just today, everyone saw it, a second-level magic burst out in an instant.

  Moreover, the one using this second-level magic was just a young wizard who wasn't even twenty years old yet.

  All of this was completely beyond their imagination...

  "Monster, monster..." A white-bearded magician in the crowd stood there with a stunned expression.

  His words completely represented the hearts of all present, and apart from the word "genius", they couldn't think of any other words to describe this young magician.

  The hall was suddenly quiet, with only the sound of rapid breathing and Lin Li's light footsteps coming from the stairs.

  Lin Li still had a smile on his face, and even when he approached Cromwell, he politely greeted him: "Long time no see, Cromwell the magician."

  "Long... time no see..." Cromwell subconsciously took a step back, his nasal injury causing his voice to be intermittent and slightly nasal.

  Although as early as the time of the Sunset Mountains, Lin Li had already killed a two-legged flying dragon in front of him.

  But Cromwell always felt that this fallen magician's strength was inferior to his own.

  Killing the two-legged flying dragon was just luck, and that one ice cone happened to pierce into the wound of the two-legged flying dragon. If it weren't for this, he would have been torn to pieces by the two-legged flying dragon long ago.